Journey to the West: Debunk Bodhi at the beginning, I myth Daluo

Sun Wukong couldn't help sighing at this time, his physical body is strong, and there must be a lot of spiritual herbs!When these people are gone, I will eat more in the future!

Everyone was amazed, no wonder, the tea they drank and the fruit they ate just now contained Dao fragments!

Unexpectedly, such a small courtyard has so many innate treasures!

But think about it again, this is Ye Qingyang's hut!

Such a No. 1 in the Three Realms, who surpasses Hongjun and the way of heaven is the great power!

In the place where Ye Qingyang lives, it is not surprising that he can easily switch time and the power of cause and effect, and plant some innate spiritual treasures!

Thinking about it this way, everyone was relieved.

When they looked down at the poem written by Ye Qingyang, their jaws dropped again.

"The golden bottle of sake is worth ten thousand dollars, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars.

Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks, I can't eat, I draw my sword and look around in a daze. "

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Ye Qingyang had seen this song in his previous life, and it is very appropriate to write it now.

The people on the side watched mesmerized.

Especially Master Tongtian, he has experienced all his life, so he can better understand the Tao rhyme in that calligraphy.

In a trance, he had an illusion, as if he had returned to the beginning of the prehistoric era, when he was sitting in Zixiao Palace listening to Taoist ancestors preaching.

It was such an obsession back then.

It's just that what I feel today is much more profound than that day.

These two poems reflect a series of previous experiences, how difficult life is, and the depression in my heart. In just 28 words, the metaphors used, Jiang Nazhong's emotions are vividly expressed!

Ye Qingyang began to write the second sentence.

At this time, his gestures began to become soothing and frustrating.

The Law of the Great Dao surrounding Ye Qingyang froze.

The avenue characters that were originally floating turned into white snowflakes at this moment.

"If you want to cross the Yellow River, the river is blocked by ice, but you will climb the Taihang Mountains covered with snow.

When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly dreamed of taking a boat to the side of the sun. "

Tong Tian and the others felt as if they were standing beside the snow-capped mountain and wanted to climb to the top, but they were blocked by the endless mountain road. The cold breath came oncoming, and they felt endlessly sad.

From Tongtian's point of view, this sentence just means that he has lived in Zixiao Palace for a thousand years, full of ambitions, but has nowhere to tell, nowhere to display! .

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Then Ye Qingyang's gesture changed,

Like a storm, swaying on the paper.

Because of the change in Ye Qingyang's gestures, the Dao Law around him also became frenzied.

Looking at Ye Qingyang's gestures, everyone felt as if they were on the sea. The sea was originally calm, but suddenly the waves turned into waves.

Then the sea water fell like rain, which made him nervous.

"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, there are many divergent roads, where is it now?

There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to the sea. "

How difficult!How difficult!There are many divergent roads, but where is the real road?I believe that one day, I will be able to ride the long wind and break through thousands of miles of waves; hang the cloud sail high, and march forward bravely in the sea!

The last two sentences are straight from the heart, and vividly describe the expectations of the leader of Tongtian for the future and the broad future!

When the last sentence was finished, everyone felt that the avenue in front of them was vast!

As Ye Qingyang wrote, all the visions around him also dissipated at this moment, returning to the original calm.

Everyone in the Tongtian sect did not squint, looking at the poem in front of them, they were full of admiration!

With just one poem, everyone felt suddenly enlightened, and all the previous unpleasant experiences had disappeared at this moment!

My mind widens countless times at this moment!

Not only that, while comprehending this word, countless Dao rhythms also entered into my mind along with these words!

At this time, not only the leader of Tongtian, but everyone else is eager to try, waiting to ask Ye Qingyang for words!

"Senior's handwriting is so good, flamboyant and phoenix-like, and the pen is relaxed and relaxed! Especially this poem, it's so well written! It can be called a saint of poetry!" The leader of Tongtian exclaimed.

"Yeah! This is the first time I have seen such a good poem! Especially the last line, there will be times when the wind and the waves cleave, and the line that hangs the clouds and sails to help the sea, I am full of confidence in the future!" Nuwa couldn't help but say in her mouth Repeat the last sentence.

"The poor monk prefers the sentence that the road is difficult, the road is difficult, and there are many divergent roads. These seemingly simple words explain the hardships and hardships in the world. Only seniors can use such exquisite words!" Jin Chan Looking at Ye Qingyang's poem, Zi Zi admired it from the bottom of his heart.

If these words were only gathered by the principles of the Dao, then he might not be so surprised. After all, they have all seen Ye Qingyang's cultivation level, and they have already been mentally prepared.

But this poem is different, without a profound cultural background, it is impossible to write such a beautiful poem!Without a profound ideological realm, it is even more impossible to write such far-reaching interest!

At this moment, Jin Chanzi is completely convinced by Ye Qingyang!

Ye Qingyang heard everyone praise him so much, but he was disrespectful, so he quickly waved his hands and said:

"This poem is not written by me. I don't have such a high literary attainment. It was written by a poet I like very much!"

Ye Qingyang was calculating the time in his mind. It has only been a few years since the Tang Dynasty to learn Buddhist scriptures. If I remember correctly, Li Bai will not be born until several decades later. When the time comes, he will go to the Tang Dynasty and see this famous poet in history with his own eyes. !

Everyone communicates with each other within the consciousness.

"Senior is really too humble. He has such a high level but is unwilling to admit it!" Nuwa said.

"That's right, just like he was unwilling to admit that he had a high level of cultivation before, senior is too low-key!" Xiao Longnu also echoed.

"Since senior wants to keep a low profile, it's better for us to cooperate!" Master Tongtian suddenly realized when he thought of Ye Qingyang's performance in the past.

"Brother Tongtian is right!" The others nodded in agreement when they heard Tongtian's words.

Ye Qingyang was speechless again. These people always like to communicate with their spiritual sense, do they think they can't hear?

Forget it, the explanation is not clear, let them think whatever they want!

"Senior, what you said is true! The one who can write this poem must be as expert as you!" The Master Tongtian said to Ye Qingyang respectfully.